Sounds of Silence [angel; blitz]

[cyrus]

Cyrus Malloc

When the party was said and done, when all the energy that could be burned had done so, there was nothing left to do but to return to their cages for the night. Cyrus made his way back into their living quarters slowly and quietly, hoping that his mentor and escort were fast asleep and that he would not get in trouble. The last thing he wanted to do was to get into trouble and have anyone upset at him before the games. He rarely ever had broken rules, and he knew that a bunch of them had been broken that evening. But will they ever know what happened, if we are to go to the arena tomorrow, maybe forever?

As he brushed his teeth before bed—his usual sixty-seven circular brushes—he could not help but stare at himself in the mirror. Tomorrow I will not be the same as I am today. Tomorrow I will have to see blood, and to hurt, and even kill. He spat out into the sink and washed his mouth before stopping to stare again. His confidence had been so high lately, he wondered when it might dip. He wondered when he might think of what he actually had to do rather than the after. He had come this far, and now it all rested on the luck of tomorrow, on the hope that he could do this and not that.

Instead of tucking himself into bed, he moved back out to the living room. He sat on the floor, looking out the window at the bright lights of the capitol and all the people asleep. Dreaming without waking, all wanting so much to see them tomorrow at their worst. He pulled his knees up to his chest and sighed. I only hope my best is not my worst, that I am not exactly what they want me to be.

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[angel4030]

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Fawn Raiys
~ What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger ~
~ Stand a little taller ~
~Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone~.

Fawn slowly trudged through the dark hallways as the elevator closed behind her. She had not gotten drunk or even had more than one or two glasses of burning spirits, but it was enough to coax a low groan from her as a Capitol party's lights flashed through the windows and into her eyes. And that is why you don't go to parties the night before you go into an arena of death, she nearly slapped herself for making such a snarky remark.

No, I had to go. If I'm going to die, I might as well have a few hours to let loose and live, even if it was a bit miserable she sighed, pulling on a set of soft sleep ware that had been provided. Staring at the window, she knew that sleep would be nearly impossible now. Her hair fell carelessly over part of her face, but the faded reflection of what peered out chilled her. Those large eyes stared back solemnly, ready for whatever lay ahead in the next few hours.

Grasping her locket, Fawn made sure it was securely around her neck, a small movement that had become a habit since she left District Six. After sitting silently in her room for several slow minutes, she pushed herself forward and quietly made her way down the hallway towards the living room area. Glancing up, she noticed Cyrus was already sitting there, knees curled to his chest and a thoughtful look possessing his features. Silently padding over, she folded her legs underneath her and let the peaceful silence hang. If only this could last forever Fawn quickly shook such longings away. Her fate had been decided when her name was called at the reaping. Pushing a strand of hair away, she finally interrupted the deafening silence, "I don't think I'll be able to fall asleep and face nightmares that I know will be reality tomorrow."

[cyrus]

Fawn’s voice boomed out over the silence like a cannon shot, and Cyrus jumped, pulling his legs tighter against his stomach. He turned to look up at her, not saying anything, only looking into her eyes. Tomorrow they would go into the arena together. Together

[/b]. What did that phrase mean at this point? Cyrus knew that they had at least bonded over their mutual lack of affection for their mentor, and that they had families that would be watching them as the games unfolded. She was scared—just like he was—of what was going to happen tomorrow. He looked back out the window and brought his chin to his knees.

“It’s not that I don’t want to sleep. I just wanted to see this one last time.” Cyrus stared out at the world below, trying to take in every detail. This was the first time in his life that he’d ever been able to see a city like this. He felt a certain sense of freedom now, more than he ever would again. He was in an inbetween that could only end when he slept. So for now he would stay awake until he would have to sleep so he didn’t fall off his pedestal tomorrow.

“Do you think…” Cyrus shifted his legs some. “Do you think that maybe—well, maybe tomorrow, we can—“ He paused again. I want to be with you, to do this with someone else. Because I can’t do this myself. Not now. Maybe in time. But please.[/color] He took another breath and looked at Fawn. “When the gong sounds… maybe we can just… just get what we need and not…” He trailed off again. Not have to hurt anyone each other?
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Fawn Raiys
~ What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger ~
~ Stand a little taller ~
~Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone~.

As Cyrus jumped, Fawn could not help but flinch slightly as well, prepared for the invisible attack. Realizing he was just startled by her sudden appearance, she mumbled a quick, "sorry," feeling stupid for sneaking up on him. Following his gaze out the window, Fawn felt a crease form between her eyes as she tried to understand what he saw.

He seemed to be happy and at peace by watching the Capitol life buzzing below them. As she stared into the jungle of buildings and bright lights, she only felt hatred and fear running through her veins. "I wish I could see things the way you do," she mumbled, refusing to break the stare down between her and the Capitol."On the train, you knew what you wanted. I still don't know what I want," the bitter truth stung her tongue and twisted her stomach painfully.

As he continued, stammering about tomorrow, Fawn squeezed her eyes shut, pushing back the words that threatened to bubble out. You shouldn't be here. You're good and shouldn't be forced to hurt anyone, Fawn instead simply opened her eyes and with a long look at Cyrus, she gave him a small nod. Although he did not finish his question, she knew what he was asking. A wave of relief eased the tension in her shoulders at the possibility of having one person who was not out to quite literally stab her in the back.

[cyrus]

Cyrus looked at Fawn as mentioned how she wished she saw things the way he did. Things were always confusing for Cyrus. He could never just talk to people the way that she or anyone else did. He was always more comfortable among his own thoughts than anywhere else. He wished that could translate to life, to being able to be brave enough to say what he meant and feel what he said without hurting people by doing it. But whenever I do, someone always seems upset by it…

He kept looking at the horizon, wondering just how far they were from it. Would he be able to see it one day, if maybe, just maybe he made it out of here? I promise I’ll never do anything bad again if I can just see what’s on that horizon, okay?

[/color] He prayed to the same g-d that his mother had told him about—one that he wondered about existing—but still believed for the sake of believing.

“Well… I want to stay alive. And I want you to stay alive.[/color]” Cyrus said as he turned to look at Fawn. Could she and he make it through tomorrow at least? “That much I know.[/b]”
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Fawn Raiys
~ What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger ~
~ Stand a little taller ~
~Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone~.

Fawn knew the shock had to be evident on her face in response to Cyrus' words. She searched his face, scrutinizing every feature in her search for a sign of deceit or joking. All Fawn managed to find was sincerity that jolted her. She never trusted many people and the thought of trusting one of the other twenty-three tributes who were meant to hunt her down and kill her seemed absurd when she boarded the train. But I do trust him, she realized before curling her legs up and leaning lightly against the window.

"I want us to stay alive too," her gaze flickering between Cyrus and the world beyond the cool glass pane. Fawn momentarily pondered what the next few hours would be like. Images of past arenas bombarded her mind and she felt her curiosity spike at what the Gamemakers had planned for them this year. I guess we'll find out soon enough the dark thoughts pulled down on her lips creating a small frown. Rubbing the scars that dotted her wrists, Fawn longed for the feeling of control and even peace that came with the small cuts, but she knew that she had to resist.

We will experience plenty of pain tomorrow, no need to hurt myself, she reminded herself before glancing back at the pulsing lights that broke the darkness. "Well I hope we get what we want," but Fawn knew that getting what you wanted was not so simple and unlikely to happen in the games. "Sometimes I really wish I knew what they were thinking," she nodded towards the expanse of parties and other events below filled with the exotic people of the Capitol.

[cyrus]

What were they thinking? Were the gamemakers going to take mercy on any of them? Did they ever take mercy on anyone? Even Cyrus knew it was a fool’s dream to think that they would be spared. No, he’d watched enough of the games to know that they were more likely to get ripped to shreds. Still, he could think of his luck, that perhaps he would have some sort of chance tomorrow. He could be hopeful. That was something that came more naturally to Cyrus.

“Perhaps just that they want a good show. And that we are all going to put one on tomorrow.

[/b]” Cyrus said as he spoke into his knees once again. They couldn’t just run tomorrow, could they? They would have to fight and get what they needed before braving whatever the arena brought them. He hoped that they could take hands and do it together.

“When I—whatever happens, I’ll tell you when I’m going. I’ll tell you when I’m going to run. Okay?” Cyrus trusted her with this at least. It would be better than going it alone, even if it meant that she could follow him and they would have to do it together.
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Fawn Raiys
~ What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger ~
~ Stand a little taller ~
~Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone~.

Fawn nodded silently. She knew he was correct: it was all a show for them. Every time they forced her and the other tributes to waddle around it bizarre outfits, it was not for them, but for the Capitol. She had sat and watched as each tribute received coos and applause during their interview, but none of it would amount to anything. We're just this years entertainment, disposable and unimportant Fawn clenched her fists and glared at the floor beneath her.

As he spoke again, Fawn eyed Cyrus, part of her wanting to believe him while the other part wanted to close off and avoid him. She knew that her survival depended on her ability to run. She had no Career training or natural strength or size. Speed was her best chance at escaping the bloody scene alive and having someone else with her when she made a run for it was both a comfort and worry. He might attack me or he might help me. What if he abandons me and I'm left waiting for him to call for me? What if he slows me down or I slow him down? a sharp headache broke Fawn away from her frenzied thoughts and she knew that she needed to stop over analyzing. In the arena, she would not be able to question every move, she needed to decide and take risks.

Sitting up, she locked gazes with Cyrus and gave him a small nod, "Okay and I'll tell you if I'm about to run." Pausing, Fawn struggled for a moment before shaking her head and allowing herself to lean against him slightly, the weight of the next day becoming too much for her. She knew he could not hurt her at the moment even if he wanted to and she was too tired and worn from the party and interviews to care about her actions. "Thank you," the words finally made their way into the air and although Fawn was not exactly sure what she was thanking him for, she knew the words needed to be said.